A broken moment, a fragment of time
Caught in the rip tide, consciousness the only life line
The thread that binds us all together
Throughout eternity can never be severed
So easy to lose yourself in this majestic menagerie
Each memory a work of art…framed laughter, love, and tragedy
Delve into the void, the rift that experience brings
The space between true memories, where our existence sings
That quiet little spot in between what is, was, and will be
Always searching for that motivation, the passion we seek but rarely see
Seems like it’s just past our grasp, right out of our reach
Coughed up from the sea, washed up on the beach
An eternity…between us and our goal
The fundamental doubt in the existence of our soul
A path between what we see, and where we are
An entrance between those dimensions, like the door on a car
The search for this can be confusing, easily lost along the way
Blending in with our need to acquire concrete possessions for we can pay
So easy to stay among these possessions
Instead of moving forward, despite past transgressions
Self-worth should never be judged by what we acquire
Much easier to understand us by what we desire
Quality of life cannot be about the most prestigious cathedral
For beyond this body, our spirit is ethereal
To nourish this spark, the quest of nobility
Leaves a much more impactful presence, after death has robbed us of mobility
A legacy of life, love, and learning
By setting fire to our entrapments, the shackles are left broken and burning
Free to enjoy the exchange of life, purchased and paid
By the time between such moments, where those memories were made